Originally Posted by
Snee
It's just how we roll
I hear you don't roll at all. I hear you straddle the backs of napalmed Vietnamese children, whipping the sparse flesh from their backs as they snatch at the cash which lines your very streets.
Tired of stepping into daylight, the Swedish have cloistered a dimwitted underclass to litter-pick their wealth for them while they pick their prettied teeth with toothpicks fashioned from platinum.
Meanwhile their Irish and Welsh neighbours starve, apprehensive that someday they will too slide into subjugation of the Swedish master race or something. I have hidden my children. You will never find them.
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